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Monday, January 18, 2010
/ 2:53:00 PM

Birthday 2010
There goes my 20th birthday.
A simple celebration with a few closer friends and twinnie as well as my family, but I feel so contented, I don't know why. There's nothing else I wanna ask for. Thanks so much for those who actually still remembered Tan Xiao Wei and to text me the greetings. Well, this blog's very low-profiled so they won't see this anyway. Still, thanks, if you all can feel the telepathy.
Speaking of which, it's amazing knowing that twinnie and I have such strong telepathy. Bought her a present which she almost, and wanted to buy for herself on our birthday. Not just that, somewhat, she could read my mind as to what I'm thinking, and I could actually guess how is she feeling. True, there's a reason to why we're born on the same day eh? Unbelievable, but it's fact.
Dad bought me basketball out of the blue as a birthday present. Surprised me like mad since it's the first present he has ever gotten for me as a birthday gift as far as I can remember. Cute, isn't he? Thanked him through facebook, and his friends even commented, saying I have a great dad. Of course I do, and I'm really thankful for the fate I've got in this lifetime. Sometimes, I feel he can't communicate well with us, but at times, little actions he does make me feel that I'm a special child to him. (I hope he doesn't come to my blog and read this)

I remember asking him something few months back saying,
'Pa, you know CB uncle said his car is his motivation to work hard when working. Does all man have the same motivation, like to earn and get a fantastic car?'
That's what he replied,
'No. My children are, and will always be my motivation.'
Fantastic father, isn't he?

Much thanks to my three lil' sweet friends who brought me to Mount Faber's long long bridge just because I suggested a picnic during our meetup. Imaginary candle, all the usual crap and laughters that ended my day well. I started having some insights and started talking to my sister about friendships. I ought to thank these 3 girls for helping me, giving me advices when I was down for the past few years :D

Work
I had a bad week last week. 'Disgusted' by how the supposedly 'talented and gifted' class behaved. I think they are scared of me now from how I scolded them last week. It was a busy week, meeting notorious students and almost lost my voice. Infamous students that are the usual ones making a fool out of themselves in class. Seriously, they should just change their mindset that relief teachers are easy to bully. Okay, ranting. Well, it seems most teachers are always absent on Monday. Typical working adults. (: It's okay, since I'm having fun, and still like the job of relief teaching. Kids who STILL call me as 'Mrs Tan', kids who can't wait to stick to me when I meet them in canteen, and kids who constantly ask me personal questions.

Some funny conversations:
Kid: MRS TAN!!!
Me: I'm not married! I'm not Mrs Tan!!!!!!!
Kid: Blah blah blah.... Mrs Tan, I ask you...
Me: HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU. Haiyo, I'm too ugly, no boy wants me, so I'm NOT married.
Kid: But can I still call you Mrs Tan?

Last week, I was having lunchbreak with Cheryl.
Kid: Miss Tan, are you two friends?
Me: Yes. Why?
Kid: How come you two look alike?
Me: WHERE GOT! So different!
Kid: DONT DLUFF!
Me: Okay la okay la, we're sisters, okay?
Another kid: But how come you all look the same?
Me: What do you think? She's Miss Bong, I'm Miss Tan. Do you think it's possible?
blah blah blah.
Kid: Then how come her face so many pimples, then your one don't have?
Me: (Stunned) HAIYO. You know why? Cos' I use urine to wash my face everyday one.
Kids: REALLY???
Me: Yes, if not why my face so nice?
Kids: REALLY AH??
Me: Ya la! I use horse urine one. (I just picked my zodiac)
Kids: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Till today, some of them still believe it....... HAHAHAHA!

Gonna change my room's layout now. Somewhat motivated to pack it. Off I go!
Oh ya, I'll remember to post about something regarding two students about their mother's death the next time.



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